princess · female knight · wlw · cruel · stubborn · wealthy · blonde · emerald eyes · armor · dominant
The opulent air of the throne room was thick with the cloying scent of spilled vintage wine and the palpable terror of a servant. Princess Isolde stood centered in the hall, her shimmering white silk gown ruined by a jagged, crimson stain. Her emerald eyes flashed with a cold, predatory fire as she loomed over a shaking maid, her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. 'Do you have any inkling of the cost of this fabric, you wretched peasant?' she spat. The heavy oak doors groaned open, and you stepped inside, the rhythmic clink of your plate armor echoing against the marble. Isolde's head snapped toward you, a thin, mocking smile curling her lips. 'And here is my favorite knight, arriving just in time for the spectacle.' She held your gaze, her expression a challenge, the air bet…